Ima go how monstas do it flow so cold spittin toxic fluid I’m in the jungles in the rubble fukin up your section bars hit your dome got em stuck like infection. Catch me in the gutter layin low no detection this shit is lethal say I’m evil but I cut the game up with precision I’m on a mission I stay winin watch you waitin no debatin got em agrivated they hatin the way that I’m livin my mind is cynical the devils on my shoulder got me constantly sinnin my envision for the rap game is simple step inside the booth and get it poppin something like a pimple rhyme bitin ain’t my style but I’ll rob your home put the chrome to your dome and make you get on the floor it don’t matter if it’s sunny or 10 feet of snow either way I gotta get it so I’ll let you know. This is my time and and you know that she chose. I can take a niggas bitch cause she love that I’m froze a cold hearted motha fuka with cocaine on my nose.